III
Why?
"WHY is a woman?" snapped the bachelor, flinging himself into the big armchair opposite the widow with a challenging glance.
"Why—why, because," stammered the widow; startled at his sudden appearance.
"I knew it!" said the bachelor with conviction.
"And there are lots of other reasons, Mr. Travers."
"But they aren't reasonable," declared the bachelor doggedly.
The widow closed her book with a sigh and laid it on the table beside her.